The story so far:
About a half-dozen of them - or maybe one or two less - loitered around a deserted road. Their clothes were dirty, splotchy shades of olive, and he thought that they all looked like easter eggs that were deliberately painted to look depressing. The air reeked of dust and humidity -- almost like the steam that comes off of a hot tub, but not pleasant and relaxing like the steam that comes off of a hot tub.
The sense of anger, frustration, bitterness, and defeat that emanated from them all resounded like an aura of sulphuric darness -- a landscape that would've been an ideal vacation spot under any other circumstances had become a nightmare and a prison for those who had been sent there to each be like a depressing green easter egg.
Since he had neither died nor met anyone who seemed to have the drive to replace him, his collection of depressing green human easter eggs had him to look towards to be their leader.
He was a sturdily-built young male who spoke with a kind of a US-southern twang.
As they loitered around the nearly empty stretch of dirt road, he thought he was probably the most bitter and frustrated of them all, but he knew from experience that the other males would pretty much go along with whatever he wanted.
His favourite phrase was, "...'lone 'lil doggie all in the road..."
The other males, even ithe ones who tried to delude themselves, had a painfully lucid, particular idea of what that meant.
On one afternoon in particular, one single young asain female was walking alone across the nearly deserted stretch of road.
Someone else probably would've done something different, but he couldn't resist.
"...'lone little doggie all in the road!"
One of the other males appeared as if he didn't want anything to do with what was about to happen, and another didn't hesitate...
...after a few moments, the puny young asain female, who appeared as if she was young enough to still be finishing school, was surrounded by a small group of thuggish heterosexual men.
She squirmed, pleaded, shrieked, and struggled, but the small group of menacing heterosexual men couldn't have cared any less.
The clean-cut looking youthful male who spoke with a small southern twang led this group endeavor and tried to force the young asain girl to give him a blow job. She tried to bite his cock, and he took offense to it.
So he removed her teeth with a pair of pliers. He thought she was rather homely looking, so a few less teeth wouldn't make her look any worse. The other males didn't breathe a single conscious thought indicating any sort of protest.
Asain cultures don't give a rat's **** about any of their females, so why should any of them?
They weren't planning on letting this young asian female live through this experience, anyway. So, why should it matter? Within a short time, the buff young man with the small southern twang was sure he would be welcomed back home as a hero -- a morally straight, clean-cut example of everything his nation believed in.
The tooth extraction was so painful, that the young female had urinated on herself. Her clothes were soaked, and her mouth was now nearly 32 teeth freer. She was wailing with sorrow -- but the males didn't care.
He slid his cock into her mouth. Her gums felt good on his dick, and she couldn't stop crying -- but she wasn't resisting, and that was nice.
The other males had undressed her and were taking turns **** her pussy and ****. It was kind of incredible how people would pass them by and ignore her, pretty much a naked, hysterical, and a nonconsentual participant in a gangbang with a group of males dressed in splotchy shades of depressing olive.
He came in her mouth -- she gagged -- but finally swallowed because she had no other choice.
Even today, he can still remember the sensation of her tears on his all over his balls.
It must have been at least a few hours. Did another male gave her a piss enema? Did he only just cum on her?
He only remembered that he zipped up his pants and lit a cigarette.
After a short time, it was his turn again, while she continuously wailed with sorrow.
But she wasn't the only one. She was only one for now.
"...'lone 'lil doggie all in the road..." was a phrase he repeated many times.
Whenever he and his small group of heterosexual males found themselves getting a bit too down on themselves, he knew that he could find the right opportunity to tell them, "...'lone 'lil doggie all in the road..." and they would all regain an attitude of cheerfulness within a short little while.
They, he especially, were all expecting to be welcomed back home as heroes -- examples of the sober, sane, heterosexual, clean-cut, morally-straight values that their nation deified above all else.
And then he died.
And it wasn't something that he expected...
...but his consciousness persisted...
And instead of a beautiful 'jehova' with benevolent winged angels, he concluded his life with a visit to a dark female deity holding his own severed head...
...and she told him that he had to live another whole life, until he died all over again.
So he told her to make him like her.
And she thought he was a lunatic...
...but, he asked for the kind of life he thought would be comfortable... and he got it...
And after a short time, he saw someone when he left a bar and realized that he had just seen someone he had known more than 21 years before.
He had only lived 21 years -- he only saw his previous life after a few beers, and he hadn't been legal to drink for long -- as far as beer went, he could always drink some more.
For a moment, he wondered whether or not any of his speculation -- and that of many pagan acquaintances he had met during his short new life -- as to his previous physical incarnation had any basis in reality or whether a few strange ideas over a few bong hits was all that they was for.
Then he thought... ...why did there have to be still this one single "...'lone 'lil doggie ...all in the road?"
... just like reincarnating for one awfully good, awfully obivious one single burger... instead of only realizing never to eat meat anymore.